Yes! She’s graduated! Six-and-a-half years later, and Lizzy Drysdale said goodbye to the hallowed halls of UQ like an aged sailor tipping their hat to their sinking vessel.

’Goodbye, sweet friend,’ whispered Lizzy before throwing her graduation hat into the air and posing for photos of her throwing her graduation hat into the air. Her Instagram page may show all smiles and happiness, but much like watching Game of Thrones or The Rugrats Do 9/11, the finale leaves a sour taste in one’s mouth.

‘I’m honestly so excited not to do assignments or exams,’ says Lizzy, ignoring the fact that her future job will likely equate to doing assignments, just at a much more urgent pace, and with actual, real-world, million-dollar consequences.

‘So yeah, got six months off... and after that... I guess just another 12 months of applying for things.. and after that... hmm dunno.’

Lizzy briefly sips on a schooner of Furphy Pale Ale, the beer they drink in heaven.

‘It’ll be nice to have the time to be able to think about what else I should be doing with this time,’ she utters between sips.

‘Maybe I’ll travel. Or get really into like, Premier League soccer.’

With the schooner literally finished and her glass metaphorically half full, Lizzy is sure to be fine. But in the meantime, she has a lot of TV shows to catch up on, followed by ... dunno, something. Podcasts are really good these days. Who knows?!

More to come.